The Protagonist Always Wants to Find Someone to Commit Suicide With - Chapter 19

Among the three blades wielded by Toga, the Dog General, the most exceptional was undoubtedly Tenseiga, which corresponded to Heaven. That miraculous weapon ran completely contrary to the intrinsic properties a killing blade ought to possess manifesting as a lethal weapon, yet harboring the capacity to salvage the lives of the deceased.

However, if one omitted the unique characteristics of the three swords and judged solely by raw power, even Tessaiga, renowned as the blade of protection, would likely pale in comparison to So’unga.

After all, the latter was a top-tier asset that only manifested during the theatrical movie release not only boasting astounding destructive force but also carrying a built-in summoning function for undead spirits. It was a spot-on cheat-tier existence.

Yet right now, that legendary demonic sword So’unga was planted casually right into the ground before the eyes of the two individuals and one system.

It resembled a priceless gemstone displayed along a roadside track without a single layer of protection. If it weren’t for the absolute uniqueness of this sword, Dazai Osamu would have intensely suspected that an individual had engineered this scene intentionally.

“I recall this sword was supposed to be sealed inside the Bone-Eater’s Well?” Dazai loosened his wrists a fraction. “What is the current situation?”

“…” The system held zero clarity either. The data files merely noted that this blade was sealed away inside the well on the heels of the death of Inuyasha’s father, Toga; but perhaps it spent a duration of time drifting across the mortal realm prior to that juncture?

“The legendary demonic blade capable of usurping human sanity,” he exposed a thoroughly eager expression. “Does this count as an unexpected windfall?”

The system highly suspected that his current surge of excitement wasn’t because he had encountered a legendary demonic sword capable of instantly blowing up the world, but exclusively because he felt curious regarding its existential properties.

Dazai Osamu extended his hand, pulling that entirely pitch-black sword out from the ground with absolute zero effort.

“Looks like the ancient evil spirit nesting inside isn’t particularly grandly capable,” Dazai held the blade in a reverse grip.

“And then?” the system asked. “Where do you intend to deliver this sword?”

Moments ago, it had been watching its host with its heart suspended in its throat tracks, deathly terrified that a crisis parameter would explode the split second he collided with the blade. Yet the counterpart turned out to be the solitary individual who placed absolute zero focus on it. “While your person is holding it, it possesses zero capability to stir up complications; but the exact split second you loosen your grip, things will be thoroughly finished.”

The system swore this text counted as an absolute piece of genial advice.

The evil spirit attached inside So’unga transparently possessed its own consciousness; claiming it was a blade endowed with life wasn’t an exaggeration regardless. Merely auditing this field of residual limbs verified how intensely that evil spirit emerging from who knew what origin source thirsted after fresh blood, boundlessly absorbing the power generated by death.

The reason it hadn’t unloosed an assault against Dazai Osamu just now was highly likely because it was deliberately waiting for him to draw the blade, before proceeding to erode Dazai’s consciousness tracks. A normal human frame couldn’t shackle the thousand-year collection of grievances packed inside the demonic sword; before long, Dazai Osamu would likely turn identical to the corpses beneath his feet, transforming into nourishment for this blade.

Though Dazai’s built-in passive skill had thoroughly disrupted its tactical tracks currently, there remained zero doubt that given a single opportunity, the demonic sword having been pitted once would definitely expend all methods to execute a death blow against Dazai.

The system added anew: “There is an alternative parameter. Because the energy wasn’t drained off, it won’t be long before your person is bound to execute a return crossover.” The demonic sword absolute wouldn’t follow him back to his original universe; at that juncture, if the evil spirit shorn of its shackles were left behind inside an area populated by humans, the consequences would be genuinely unimaginable.

“Eh?!” Dazai Osamu put on a thoroughly shocked face. He was still swinging that blade within his grip, leaving the system intensely worried that a single lack of caution would cause the asset to slide right out.

“A bit of a hassle~” He rotated his frame to advance toward Tsubaki, spouting text to his system with a touch of vexation. “I haven’t settled on a location to arrange this child yet.”

“Should we simply drop the sword inside the Bone-Eater’s Well?” the system was still executing its duties to engineer blueprints for its host. “Anyway, it was originally sealed right at that location.”

“Has your person genuinely executed an earnest calculation?” Dazai unmasking his disdain toward its text without a single shred of concealment.

“A sealing process mandates a scabbard,” the data files stated with absolute clarity that So’unga was bound inside a scabbard before being cast into the Bone-Eater’s Well. But currently they possessed exclusively the blade; ghost knew where that scabbard was presently nesting.

“…”

“Does this universe contain the Ise Grand Shrine?” Dazai’s comprehension regarding this world was entirely filtered through the system’s data files, which appeared remarkably un-reliable anyway. He knew priestesses and monks populated this land, but held zero clarity whether an asset like the Ise Grand Shrine existed.

“Yes,” the system responded with absolute speed.

“Then we shall proceed to that side!”

“Your person doesn’t intend to return to that village anymore?” A mountain of Dazai’s actions looked exactly like a sudden whim, identical to how he brought Tsubaki along to his side before; the system held zero idea what metric of a demonic stunt he was pulling this time either.

“Indeed,” Dazai voiced his regret. “If we returned currently, that beautiful young lady might seamlessly agree to execute a love suicide together with my person instead.”

System: Oh.

“But handling this sword remains the absolute priority,” Dazai extracted a roll of bandages from his outer coat pocket, executing a highly masterly maneuver to wrap every single section of the blade aside from the handle. Ghost knew why his frame was packed with assets of this nature, but tracking that million-year unaltered white bandage wrapped across his arm tracks, the system rationally bypassed commentating.

“Teacher Dazai?” Tsubaki tracked the So’unga within Dazai Osamu’s grip with absolute curiosity. The evil spirit inside was being heavily suppressed by Dazai, losing that aura overflowing with malicious intent, appearing absolute zero different from a normal blade asset.

“This sword counts as the ‘curse’ mentioned inside the village rumors,” Dazai explained toward her bearing. “Temporarily sealed away currently, but it remains a bit of a hassle anyway.”

“Mm,” Tsubaki nodded. She intrinsically lacked an inclination to spout words, and running into Dazai Osamu forced her to continuously maintain a well-behaved, tranquil image, refraining from unmasking overly distinct emotional parameters regardless of the juncture.

“Next, we shall proceed toward the Ise Grand Shrine,” he continued his text tracks. “Imploring the Grand Priestesses over on that side to resolve this blade.”

“We are bypassing the village?” Tsubaki asked.

“Mm, highly likely we won’t pass through that location anew. Does Tsubaki still desire to return to perform some parameter? If that’s the track, we can also—”

“No need!” Before his phrases could even conclude, they were cleanly cut off by the young girl. Realizing her image had unloosed a bit of an intense rush, Tsubaki waved her hands with total stiffness. “Teacher Dazai, my meaning points toward… I hold zero parameters to perform, proceeding straight toward the Grand Shrine is perfectly fine.”

Tsubaki desired absolute zero for Dazai Osamu to return. A young girl’s core was inherently far more delicate than a normal person’s; she could perceive that subtle layer of favorable impression the pack of women inside the village harbored toward Dazai Osamu, naturally directing malicious intent toward them.

She tracked Dazai Osamu. The counterpart looked exactly as if he caught zero awareness regarding her slip-up just now, tilting his head to track who knew what focus. His slightly curly hair flapped along with the gentle breeze, the collar of his trench coat filtering the bandages wrapped across his neck tracks and that pitch-black ribbon nestled beneath. Everything looked exactly like a gentle evening wind, forcing a person to desire exclusively to stand right on their original spot, closing their eyes to tilt their ears to listen.

“…” So what metric of a situation is exploding currently.

Tsubaki tracked Dazai Osamu with a completely blank face. He had shifted the hand holding the demonic blade behind his back, while executing an exceptionally elegant posture to extend his remaining hand toward a young lady clad in a kimono nearby.

“Excuse me, would your person care to execute a love suicide together with me?” She caught her teacher launching an interrogation toward the counterpart. His voice held absolute zero traces of false sentiment, unloosing a metric of absolute sincerity.